“You have a headache now,” interrupted Nancy, noting again the girl’s highly flushed face.
“Yes, and I must go,” she cast a lingering look about the room, which really was quite cozy. “How I would love to be able to come in here and fix things up,” she sighed.
Nancy was thinking of a possible plan, but she had no time to mention it now. She wanted to get outside and find Rosa.
“Of course I’m going to tell Rosa,” she said, making sure of speaking positively so that Orilla would not expect to object.
“I suppose you can. I am so tired of secrets that I was determined to tell you before my old crankiness would come over me again,” confessed Orilla. She had locked the door and again they were treading their way under the wild grape-vine tunnel. “I don’t know why it is that some people can soothe one so. I should never have thought of confiding in anyone else, and yet you’re just a little girl,” reasoned Orilla wonderingly.
“Maybe that’s it,” replied Nancy brightly. “Because I’m little—”
“Oh, no. That isn’t all of it, but you wouldn’t care for soft soap,” said Orilla wistfully.
“I’m sure I hear Rosa—”
“But I must go, Nancy. My head is bursting, and if I get talking to Rosa, she’ll say so much—”
“You know she has been looking for you all day,” persisted Nancy, anxiously.